[The buzz and chime of his phone surprises him, but when he pulls it over to look at the screen, his heart soars. So, Wataru wasn't weirded out too much by how awkward everything had seemed? Eichi felt like he was creating it all himself. He longed for him, for brushes of skin, eye contact, everything. Even passing things over the table was like slow torture. So Eichi, who normally was the first to fall asleep, was wide awake, left staring at the ceiling and wondering how to calm himself even now.
But this message makes everything feel exciting again. Ahh, but it's nice, isn't it? That Wataru still wants to message him. That he's doing it so late. Could that mean...?]
Fufu. ♪ You're still awake, Wataru? Did you need me to have anything brought to you?
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But this message makes everything feel exciting again. Ahh, but it's nice, isn't it? That Wataru still wants to message him. That he's doing it so late. Could that mean...?]
Fufu. ♪ You're still awake, Wataru? Did you need me to have anything brought to you?